Cruising
Late at night she walks the scene alone
Late at night she walks the scene alone
Amy wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and flushed the toilet quickly before her mother asked questions.
My name is Gracie and I am the Sentinel.
Young Mary laced my bodice tight and helped me into my skirts.
Heaven didn’t want the maiming boy
My hands shook in the cold rain as I fumbled with the shovel handle as another flash of lightning illuminated the back deck’s leaf litter blanket.
Driving late at night
rain in late summer
I stare at my winged reflection
Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.
She wakes up groggy, and I watch from behind her eyes as she senses my invasion.
What lies beneath the painted mask?